[ Featuring The Emcee ]
Cylinder spinning,
Coughing up the smog I filled up my lungs with,
Parallel when the drum hit,
Parasailing the beat, y'all niggas is boogieboarding,
I got work in the morning lemme wrap this up,*hits blunt noises*
Time and time again I done exposed my heel,
Clicked them shits together still ain't feel "at home",
Dorothy in the back said you ain't shit nigga,
But in the back of her mind she wanna get the dog to bone,
She like the smell of my cologne,
But that's not what she here fo,
I heard that it ain't love if it ain't someone you'd kill fo',
Niggas shady I can see em thru the window,
Bootin' up, this liquor steel toe,
I called y'all my kinfolk?,
They gone deny this all behind closed doors,
Probly beg on all fours,
Tellem sucka niggas suck it,
And even if I knew exactly what I was worth, ever since a nigga birth been told to never spoil a puppet,
It ain't trickin' if you got it, ain't no shame in this game,
See they ain't know that I would grow from throwin dirt on my name,
Money low, ainu0027t learning shit unless that shit involve pain,
But for the moment oughta hold a loaded gun to my brain.
